What are we doing? What does it mean to not know what we're doing? What are you thinking? Why does it feel like you don't tell me anything? What goes on in that beautiful head of yours? And what would it take to get a peek? And if you wanted me to, would you tell me to leave? Or, would you just drag me along? Seems I don't mind either way But expect a few more songs I wish I knew I wish I knew where this road was leading But, maybe I know (maybe I know) I always fall in this trap that makes me believe I have everything under control (But that's not how this goes) What goes on in this beautiful head of mine? What would it take to get a peek? And if I wanted you to, I could tell you to leave But I just get dragged along Seems I don't mind either way 'Cause I'm afraid I might be wrong We're both flawed, that's the unfortunate truth So you know what, I think I'm done blaming you What are we doing? I think it's fine to not know what we're doing